2008-06-10 - 3:28 p.m.
Sometimes i feel so incompetant, i have been defeated by life.
No strong enough,
not fast enough,
i'm the weakest link.
Sometimes i feel like the sky is falling, and i'm the only one who can see-
so i spread my arms to catch the pieces, but i can only hold so much,
so i watch as the sky breaks
to dust at my feet.
Sometimes i wonder if life is playing a cruel joke,
some sick game-
It's the new, exciting, game of human Jenga-
See how much you can pull out of the basement,
and how much you can pile on top before she
crumbles.
Like the sky.
